Britney Spears prods her boyfriend to dance with her in the spry “Ooh La La.”

Misty synths open the single, setting an idyllic tone. It’s the third time in an hour he’s brushed the bottom of his shirt. She steps beside him as he stands in the mirror and comments on how handsome he is. He shakes his head and looks to her with his head down. She wraps her arms around his stomach (which he worries about constantly), telling him he can’t compare to any of the male models she sees in her fashion magazines. She mentions they could take a flight to Paris right now, never to return. As long as she’s with him, she’s happy. He answers he would like to but they can’t afford it. She nudges him, saying they could backpack instead. (“You don't have to look like a movie star/Ooh I think you're good just the way you are/Tell me if you could would you up and run away with me?/You don't have to roll like a millionaire/Baby I would go with you anywhere/We don't need no gold, we'll be shining anyway, we'll see.”)

In the pre-chorus, she tells him they are a team, a passionate couple capable of heating up anywhere they are with only a shared look. (“You know can nobody get down like us/We don't stop 'till we get enough/C'mon, turn it up 'till the speakers pop/Break it down, show me what you've got.”)

In the chorus, underneath the table, his tapping foot keeps bumping into her toe. As the the beat reaches its crescendo, his eyes light up and he edges closer to the table, tipping it over some. She reaches for his hand and they walk down the steps to the dancefloor. Once on the floor, he moves his feet a little to the side. However, she knows he can move right to the rhythm. She leans into him, asking for him to twirl her. He obliges and she lands right back into his arms. It gets him to relax and he begins to moving both his arms and legs to the music. (“Ooh my my baby don't be shy/I see that spark flashing in your eye/My heart beats fast 'cause I want it all/So baby come with me and be my ooh la la/Take my hand, we can go all night/And spin me round just the way I like/It feels so good, I don't wanna stop/So baby come with me and be my ooh la la.”)

They usually shop at department stores. Sometimes, he’ll say to her as he is paying their bills, that he wishes he could buy her better jewelry to wear. Maybe they could shop at Armani. Every time, she responds that she doesn’ care. When they are dancing and his fingers trace through her ear, down her shoulder and onto her back, she can only close her eyes and breathe. There isn’t anywhere else she’d rather be. (“You don't have to wear no designer clothes/Just as long as we're dancing on the floor/Fingers in my hair and I'm letting go tonight, so free.”)

Spears’ cherubic, guileless vocals are pristine, sparkling clean and hand washed thoroughly to wipe out any specks of dirt. It’s the most innocent Spears has ever been and approriate given it’s for a children’s movie. Harmless and proper, which is the first time those two adjectives can be used to describe a Spears single, it stays within the lines.

The airy “Ooh La La” rivals a litter of newborn puppies for its cuteness.